| SHAMROCK MEADOW |
| You seemed to have wandered into a strange place. Clovers and shamrocks litter the ground around the path, seemingly placed carelessly there. Farther away from the path, though, shamrocks grow peacefully and sway gently in the wind with the few bunches of grass sticking up through the sea of leaves. Further down the path, you see a small sign sticking awkwardly out of the ground, tilted slightly. It reads: Welcome to the Shamrock Meadow. You look around for traces of life. You think you can make out a moving figure further down the road, so you set off at a slight sprint towards it. You reach the area. A blue and purple equine nibbles thoughtfully at the shamrocks, seemingly lost in thought. You try to get her attention. After a few moments of waving your hand in front of her face, she notices you. "Hello, traveler." she says, her voice song-like and drifting into the slight breeze. "Why do you disturb my thoughts?" You notice, that when she speaks, the wind comes and blows gently at her mane and tail. Although, you have no answer to her question. "Answer, human." she says, looking at you with a calm, yet serious expression. "Uhh... I was looking to see if there was any life in this clearing..." You stutter, as this is the best explanation you can think of- even if it's not any good. "Well. I am alive, am I not?" she asks. "Yes." you answer. "You have fufilled your quest of finding life. Although, I have a quest for knowledge of the universe... Seeing you and speaking to you has added to my findings about humans." You nod. "You may be on your way now." You head down the path. Continue Name: Windcalling Gender: Female Parents: Wild Origination: Tarsuinn of Dark Light |
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